A Haruspex

journal entry

mixed media 13”x17”

please guide all feet across this mystery safely. please light all caverns and subterrain passageways and keep stray animals fed.
Its dreary purple bruised clouds in march again and I recall regrets. these are the ones that come out of your guts when youre on the verge of another nervous breakdown. The ones that somehow map out a private landscape that couldn't be revealed to you in any other way. 
but lately I've been lost in the thought. memories of last fall when I finally felt comfortable driving for longer stretches of time without panic attacks. and then this idea—maybe we are just the pulse we feel braided between our ears and breathing and maybe there isn't some great reveal at the end.

if thats the case please let us know the intimacy of music and love
sharing that same pulse. you can listen at any time and keep moving your body. you can be curious and mystified if you try. please let us know the scent of smoke on cold nights and the security of books that sit with you on shelves. please let us recall our pets that come and go like lost names remembered. please let us know the phantom limb of existence that embraces us always.